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The Reverse Gear

On a certain morning just a short while ago, I went into the kitchen after our devotion to pack up lunch for everyone. Our daughter came in just a while later and said, “Good morning mum. God bless you in Jesus’ name”. I felt I didn’t hear her well so I asked what she had said and she said to me, “God bless you mum”.

I was stunned to say the least…

The norm was for her to say, “Good morning mum” and I reply with “Good morning darling; God bless you in Jesus name”.

I asked her why she said that and she only told me that she just wanted to bless me too.

Huh?

I wasn’t expecting that at all. And as simple as that may seem, it got branded on my soul.

Did her action touch me in a special way? Of course it did.

There are people who minister to you (spiritually / physically) continually or have done so in the past. . . Right?

Today, take time out to pray for and reach out to such persons letting them know how they are sources of blessings to you and how much you appreciate them. If you feel you should give them something, please do not refrain from giving them that gift. Plan to pay them a visit. Put a call through to them. You wouldn’t know just what those encouraging words could mean to them at this time.

We tend to assume that those ‘up there’ can take care of themselves in all ways.

But the truth is that they feel overwhelmed sometimes too. They suffer lack sometimes too. Because they are human like us too

Move away from the norm today.

They have been the ones blessing you but it’s time for you to bless them back in whatever way you can.

Choose to be a blessing took!

Can I hear the phones ringing?

 

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Quiet Time

Are you having issues maintaining constant daily fellowship with God?

In this video, I share with you what quiet time is, why it’s important, what to do during your quiet time, what you need for an effective quiet time, and what you can do if you usually find it difficult to stand up from your bed to pray/study or your mind often wanders around during your quiet time; making it difficult for you to concentrate.

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This is a replay of a live video from my Facebook closed group for women (Beautiful Branches)

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In Due Season

The angel of the Lord appeared to Zechariah and told him as recorded in Luke 1:13, that his prayer had been heard.

This got me thinking. . .

I asked myself, “Which prayer exactly and when did he pray that prayer”.

I am led to assume that this priest, Zechariah was not praying for a child on the day the angel appeared to Him.

As a matter of inclination, I believe strongly that it might have been years since he had even stopped praying about their issue of barrenness.

His reaction to the angels message to him makes me believe that he had already given up on the matter. He probably had come to terms with his lack and had embraced his predicament with all sense of surrender to God’s will.

But God, decided it was now time to answer the prayers he had offered to God years before.

Glory!

Know this: The prayers of the righteous do not disappear. They are being collected and kept each time you offer them. They are actually seeds.

The fact that you are not “seeing the results” of your prayers now does not mean that you are not being heard.

In due season, God will attend to your case.

He will open His book of remembrance to your life. God never forgets.

He only works with time. He is the master planner and His thoughts and ways may just not align with yours.

I encourage you not to feel discouraged.

Keep sowing the seeds of prayers. And continue watering them with your love for God.

Be completely sold out to Him. Keep your faith in Him ignited and it will be counted to you as righteousness.

Soon, your blessings will blossom.

And whether you believe it or not, you can’t stop God from doing what He has proposed when the time is right.

Shalom!

© OMOSEBI Mary Omolola (PhD)
2017

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When The Hands Of Man Are Tied

Daniel was an adorable young man. Daniel had proven himself to be diligent and disciplined. He was a leader par excellence. He was also skilled, wise and highly knowledgeable. Besides, he was good looking.

His boss, the king loved him.

Who wouldn’t love a man like that?

Well, sadly some people hated him despite all his good attributes probably due to jealousy or out of sheer insecurities or low self-esteem.

These haters conspired against Daniel. Even though they could not find any ‘sane’ reason to put him in trouble they orchestrated a web to catch him anyway.

They knew that he loved His God wholeheartedly and they took advantage of that.

They tricked the undiscerning king into making a law forbidding anyone from praying to any god or petitioning any man asides the king. They sure worked on the king’s emotions by making him feel so important.

Of course Daniel had a priority. And that was his relationship with His God. He wasn’t going to let any law of man make him miss out of the Beautiful fellowship he constantly enjoys with His maker.

This definitely wasn’t the first time he would make this kind of choice. He had chosen not to eat the King’s meat and defile himself doing that.

Yes, his haters caught him like they envisioned.

The king had no choice but to command that his favourite man be thrown into the lions’ den.

The king wanted to help Daniel but he couldn’t.

Yes, his hands were tied.

But God made a way.

Hallelujah!

I tell you today friend, God is going to show up for you when it seems you are at your wit’s end.

He is an ever present help in trouble.

He is with you in the midst of that storm.

Man may disappoint you but God will never.

Trust Him wholeheartedly from today.

Stop seeking help from men on the hills (influential people). Their hands get tied sometimes too.

Instead, lift up your eyes unto God Almighty; the maker of heaven and earth who is able to do exceedingly abundantly far above all you could ever ask or think.

His hands are never tied and can never be.

May the peace of God that passes all human reasoning be your portion Now and forever!

  • OMOSEBI Mary Omolola (PhD)
    ©2017

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Proclaim a Solemn Assembly

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An invasion devastated ancient Judah, leaving the people plundered and vulnerable. The Prophet Joel likened the invasion to that of an army, a ruinous force of swarming locusts.

We too, have been invaded by a cloud of locusts. Eating deep into our lives and homes.

We have people suffering from hunger and inadequate care because of the economic situation of the land.

Many families feel overrun by evil. . . Evil of adultery, pornography, domestic violence, divorce, etc.

“They run to and fro in the city, they run on the wall; they climb into the houses, they enter at the windows like a thief” (Amos 2:9).

There is unrest and lack of joy in many homes and the nation at large.

Like Judah, we have been laid waste. And the prophet’s solution for them still works for the Church:

“Consecrate a fast, call a sacred assembly; gather. . . all the inhabitants into the house of the Lord!” (Amos 1:4)

It’s time to declare a solemn assembly and cry out for God to exterminate the locusts in our land and homes.

Perhaps God will withdraw His judgement and grant us favour in battle.

Perhaps God will bring healing to the walking-wounded generation of divorce and restore the years the locusts have eaten (Amos 2:20-25.

God has promised us deliverance:

Then if my people who are called by my name will humble themselves and pray and seek my face and turn from their wicked ways, I will hear from heaven and will forgive their sins and restore their land. (2 Chronicles 7:14 NLT)

Arise my people!

Call on your friends, family members and congregation to arise too.

Let’s humble ourselves under the mighty hand of God.

Let’s turn away from our ungodly ways.

Let’s cry unto God for mercy upon our homes and land.

All will be well by God’s grace!

-OMOSEBI Mary Omolola (PhD)
© 2016

The Life of a 21st Century Christian

 

My alarm rang and I stretched out my hand to the bedside stool to shut it up. I clicked on the power button of my phone to see what time it was.

It was 5.am.

Already?

I grumbled within myself for a few seconds about how it seemed like I had just slept for thirty minutes.

Phone still in hand, I sprang into the bathroom to wee. I did not even bother to look for a torchlight. I was going to use the light that beamed from the screen of my phone as a source of light.

I sat on the toilet bowl. Notifications flooded my phone, announcing their arrival with different sounds.

Where do I start from? “My Whatsapp first” I said to myself. I opened the app and found messages from 10 different people and about 70 messages from one of the Whatsapp groups. I opened each chat and glanced through the messages. “I wouldn’t respond to the messages now. I would do that on my way to work in the staff bus” I said to myself.

I opened my Yahoo mail and then my Gmail account. I replied a mail that needed my attention.

I migrated to my Facebook account to find 30 notifications and 5 inbox messages. I opened each notification and clicked the like button on some of the posts. I scrolled down the news feed for a few minutes. I grinned at a few posts, hissed at one and felt compelled to read the comments on the post of a friend who had put up a controversial post.

It was then it crossed my mind to check the time. Ha, 5:45 am it was. I dropped my phone on the bed, fled to the kitchen to prepare breakfast. The kids had spent the night with their grandma and my husband had to embark on an impromptu journey so I was home alone.

It was 6:40am when I came out of the bath. I quickly dressed up, packed my food in a flask and rushed out of the house so that I wouldn’t miss the bus that was to arrive at my bus stop by 7:15 am.

I had gotten to the fourth house from our house when i remembered that I had forgotten my charger and my companion- the battery pack.

No way.

I headed back to the house. I heaved a sigh of relief when I saw the bus approaching just as I got to the bus stop.

I greeted my colleagues as I made my way to a vacant sit at the rear end of the bus. I tried to catch my breath after the very brisk walk I had from my house to the bus stop.

Then I remembered the funny comments I had begun reading earlier.  I just couldn’t help but laugh at various comments on the thread. I kept refreshing the feed to load more comments until suddenly the bus came to a halt.

We all filed out of the bus and gathered in the common room for prayers. My immediate boss asked to see me in his office. He handed me a file which needed urgent attention. I was on this assignment until it was 1:30pm.

I held my phone with my left hand and scrolled through Twitter while i ate the food I brought from home. I was about putting the last spoon of my food in my mouth when I heard my name: “Omolola!”

I dropped the spoon and looked around but saw no one. The voice then came again, this time with a question. “Don’t you miss me?” I became sober. I just remembered I had not communicated with God at all that day.

I couldn’t even remember when last I had observed my quiet time. I now solely depended on the family devotions that we had in the mornings.

I always had things to check on social media. My phone was constantly on duty however, my Bible app was redundant. I couldn’t remember when last I opened it. As a matter of fact, I had not opened my Bible of my own accord in over three months.

Sounds familiar?

Well, let’s continue with my experience for now. . .

I was saddened by the realization of how far I had fallen and how misplaced my priorities were.

“I am sorry Lord” was what I managed to mutter with a shaky voice.

I asked for strength to beat the addiction I was suffering from.

Right there at that table I mapped out the rules for my life forthwith. . .

I declared a 3-day social media fast.
Facebook, Twitter, Whatsapp etc can wait but God can’t.
I must rise into God’s presence every morning before speaking with any human being.
His voice is the first that I must hear each day.
No food for me unless I had eaten the food for my spirit- the Word of God.

I pleaded with The Holy Spirit wholeheartedly to help me.

I was assured of His unfailing grace. I felt overwhelmed by God’s unending love.

I quickly asked God if I could eat the last spoon of food I had dropped earlier. I was glad the answer was in the affirmative (I like food). . . I smiled broadly.

I felt the peace I had missed for a long time rush in like a river. . .

The Prince of peace now takes the first place in my life.

I am back on track by God’s grace.

This is my story (though partly fictional)

What’s your own story?

What are you still waiting for friend? Why not retrace your steps today too?

Selah!

© OMOSEBI Mary Omolola (Ph.D)

You just might be interested in watching this video message on how to develop your relationship with God through your quiet time. 

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Pray As You Go!

 

 

Don’t miss out on any chance to talk to God and to hear Him talk back to you. Prayer is as simple as that. No one should give excuses of not having enough time to pray. You don’t always have to shout your prayers out. Nothing stops you from praying Pray without ceasing and season. 
 

 

Pray while eating. 
Pray while at work. 
Pray while in the bath/toilet.
Pray while working.
Pray while awaiting your lecturer.
Pray while in the kitchen.
Pray while nursing your baby.
Pray while driving/walking.
Just keep praying!

 

 

 

Pray about everything. God wants to be involved in EVERY aspect of your life. He wants you to fellowship with Him; communicate with Him. Lay everything at the altar of prayer. Stop complaining. Reduce your talk-time and invest in your prayer-time. Pray instead of letting your words stray meaninglessly. 
 

 

Don’t get tired of talking to God about the issues and non-issues of your life. Let praying be a part of you. Soak your spirit, soul and body in prayers to God in the name of Jesus Christ. Keep asking till your joy is full. You’ll surely get paid by God. 
 
OMOSEBI Mary Omolola, PhD
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